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"Viv," Margot said, not turning. "Come to watch me accept my consolation prize?"

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Celia perched nervously.

Margot laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. "You always knew how to flatter." "Viv," Margot said, not turning

She laughed, a little broken, a little fierce. Some performances, she realized, were never over. Some roles you kept playing until they became the truth. Some performances, she realized, were never over

A knock came. Too soft. It was Celia, her twenty-nine-year-old co-star from the indie film that had revived Margot’s career last year. Celia was beautiful in that hungry, desperate way of young actresses who hadn’t yet learned that the business ate its young.

Vivian sat on the chaise, crossing her legs. "I read the Variety piece. They called your recent work 'a masterclass in dignified restraint.' That’s code for 'we won’t cast her in anything with a sex scene.'"